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B BLUE AND PINK RIBBON
By Mary Monroe.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.
For 15 years-Jiliss Martha and Miss
Mary had inhabited-the big old house
on the hill, at the top of the village
street, and neither had spoken to the
other. And nobody in Grantford had
ever learned the cause of their dis
pute. That it was a triviality nobody
doubted. But the Misses Grant were
"I Hope Mary Will Remember to Lock
growing old, and old ladies are often
peculiar in their ways, especially old
ladies who come of proud New Eng
land stock and have grown up and
passed three-quarters through life
within the limits of a little township.
And if it had not been for Maud, the
home might have been disrupted.
When the only brother died, leav
ing a little girl, the sisters, then in the
second year of their quarrel, had each
written asking John's executor for
the privilege of caring for the or
phaned niece. So Maud had come to
the home, and from the first she had
accustomed herself to the peculiar
state of affairs in that family.
It was convenient to say what you
wished to say through the intermedi
ary of a third person, instead of hav
ing to soliloquize. For instance,
"Maud, dear, I think I should like
stewed pears for dessert on Sunday,"
is a more decent way of putting the
fact forth than gazing abstractedly
through the door and murmuring:
"Pears! Pears! I wonder whether
there will be stewed pears on Sun
day." It was when Maud Grant married
John Springer, the doctor, hat the
wrench came. If Maud had only
known it, the old aunts were so chas
tened by her approaching departure
that she could have made them
friends. All she would have had to
do would have been to have placed
one'mittened old hand into another
mittened old hand and have said:
"Won't you be friends, just for my
sake, Aunt Mary and Aunt Martha?"
But then the young do not realize
these things, nor the influence that
they possess over the old.
So Maud went to live in the new
house at the bottom of the hill, as
Mrs. John Springer; and, though she
climbed the hill often, the old ladies
were sadly disconsolate at her loss.
They fell back into the habit of solil
oquizing; it was, in fact, just the
same as conversation, only it was
carried on in the first person only
"I think I shall go out for a stroll.
I hope Mary will remember to lock
the door and put-the key under the
"I wonder whether the mat is a
safe place to put the key under. I
always hang it on the nail beside the
window, where a burglar wouldn't be
so apt to look."
But after a while Maud did not